Cat Bounce
Does what it says.
Coma Toast
The jig is up.
Dear Prudence: Raunchy Lesbian Co-Workers
Hey Girl, Can I suggest Cornflower blue for my eyes? The rest is all you.
I’ve robbed the Rainbow to make you GAY
I don’t really understand why the human-for-comparison is waving. Unless maybe he’s like, “Oh, I’m about to be eaten by dinosaurs. Bye.”
My new shoes are called “Erma,” so they are ipso facto awesome.
Aren’t bananas inherently To Go? I mean, what is the alternative, a peeled banana and a spork For Here?!?
I never realized how much these truffles look like the Death Star. Mmmmmmm, deliciously destructive.
Meanwhile…
Julie Andrews out-butches Bieber.
